"Is that so? Then I'll help you call Old Mr. Feng." Kang Li's expression was indifferent as she took out an address book from the drawer under the coffee table, found the Feng family's landline number, and picked up the receiver to dial.
Seeing this, Fang Su frowned tightly, "What do you want to ask?"
"I'll ask if Old Mr. Feng has money to pay for your surgery expenses and if he has money to buy you nutritional supplements for recovery after your surgery."
Facing Fang Su's gaze, Kang Li looked innocent.
"Do you really have to make this call?"
Fang Su's face looked as if she was constipated, difficult to bear.
"I'm just trying to do a good deed. Don't you want me to help with this?"
Kang Li's eyes were as clear as could be, and very sincere, she said, "You've come to me here, laid bare your predicament, if I don't help you clarify this, and it delays your surgery, it would be extremely detrimental to you."
